Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Another Side ❯ Lethe ( Chapter 4 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.24.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 449 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.24.2003 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 449 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 3-23-03
(Another Side - Chapter Four: Lethe)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Lethe
-
Two weeks after Heero's accident, Duo found himself standing in the
middle of a depressingly empty apartment with a duffel bag at his
side. The stupid video store had fired him, which was fine because
Duo didn't have time to work anymore. Unfortunately, that meant he
could no afford to keep the crummy apartment. That was okay, too,
because he still had the hospital sofa.
He'd sold off the major things of value and anything that wasn't
personal and he couldn't fit in the duffel bag. Duo knew he could
count on Quatre to help him out, but he didn't plan on telling Quatre
that he'd simultaneously lost his job and home. After all, the Winner
family fortune was footing Heero's hospital bills, and for that he'd
be forever grateful to Quatre.
Maybe he could go and be a shoe-shine boy at one of the Winner
estates to somehow show his gratitude. Not, of course, that Quatre
did it just for him, but that didn't matter. Duo realized he didn't
even know how to shine shoes.
The only problem was not letting the hospital staff find out he no
longer had an apartment. They probably wouldn't appreciate him
actually setting up residence in the hospital. And what about when
Heero woke up and Duo no longer had the excuse to stay day-and-night
with him?
He could always get another job, another crummy apartment. He had a
sizable savings account he could leech off for a while. No, his
current financial and domestic situation didn't bother him at all.
And he was anxious to get back to the hospital.
Suddenly, his retrospective silence was broken by the merry ring of
his cell phone. Making a mental note to change the ring tone soon, he
fumbled it out from his pocket. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo recognized the voice immediately as one of the nurses, Anita. He
tried to tell himself the call was purely personal and social, but he
knew Anita was a young, married mother of two. "Uh-oh," he said aloud.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean to throw you into a worry, Mr. Maxwell, but I
just thought you'd like to know... Mr. Yuy's awake."
"A...wha... really?"
"Yes, he's talking to the doctor right now," Anita said happily,
getting a feel-good kick off being the bearer of good news.
Duo snatched up the duffel bag and started to haul ass out of the
apartment, "Thank you so much, Anita! I'll be right over!" The cell
phone dropped down into the half-open bag and Duo ran as fast as he
could down the stairs. He nearly tripped and fell on the last step,
but he threw himself against the wall for balance.
His hands shook on the steering wheel and Duo let out a nervous laugh
at his own foolishness. He couldn't help but be excited after so
long... talking! Anita had actually said Heero was TALKING to the
doctor! That had to be a good sign. Had to be.
It was agony having to wait at red lights and actually follow the
speed limit, but Duo wasn't about to get himself killed or ticketed
just for a few more seconds. Heero was talking! The worry over the
Christmas kiss wasn't even a speck on the radar anymore. The open
eyes were just a reflex from his voice and touch. Oh, but Heero was
awake!
Even if Heero vanished again for another four years, it didn't
matter, at least he was... alive.
The front desk nurse looked up with a smile when he burst in and
offered to hold on to his bag for him. He gratefully ditched the
heavy duffel and barely avoided running to the elevators. They took
forever to slowly climb up to the right floor. Would they move Heero
to a different room? Duo hoped he could keep the couch. He didn't
have any place else to stay anymore.
It didn't matter, he could get a hotel room.
Anita was at the nurse's station when he arrived, and he stopped dead
at the look on her face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Maxwell," she started to say
sympathetically.
"No!" Duo cried, "He's not... he can't!"
Anita's looked turned to panic as Duo's face went dead-white. "No,
no! Mr. Maxwell, he's fine!" she assured, rushing over, "He's just
fine! I didn't mean to frighten you, I was just going to say that you
can't see him right now."
She grabbed his elbow and guided him over to a nearby chair. Duo ran
a shaking hand through his bangs and looked sheepishly up at her,
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
"I know," Anita said softly, bending down and taking both his hands
in her own, "you've been through so much. The doctors are running
tests right now and I'm afraid you can't see him. It shouldn't take
any longer than just a few hours."
"Yeah," Duo said with desperate smile, "okay." Just a few hours. He
could handle that. Just as soon as his heart stopped pounding.
-------------------------------------------------------- --------------
Someone was shaking him awake, and it took Duo a minute to figure out
he had fallen asleep in front of the nurse's station, still in the
same chair Anita had lead him to. And Anita was the one shaking him,
saying, "Mr. Maxwell?"
"Huh-un?" Duo blinked and stretched slightly, then fully remembered
and sat upright excitedly, "Can I see him now?"
Anita laughed happily, "Yes, yes, Mr. Maxwell. You can see him now.
Just be warned Mr. Yuy is a little drowsy still. Doctor Haines told
me to inform you that he's might be disoriented and confused, but
that's normal for his type of injuries. Okay?"
Duo nodded eagerly and took just a quick moment to loosen up his
stiff muscles before following Anita to Heero's room. "I'm so happy
for you, Mr. Maxwell," she gushed. So often she saw coma patients
never regain consciousness and family members give up hope. It was so
refreshing to see such a hopeful, devoted friend like Mr. Maxwell.
Duo poked his head in, not exactly sure what they'd meant by 'drowsy'
but wanting to find out before he said anything stupid.
Heero surprised him by looking over and smiling. Smiling! Duo walked
into the room grinning probably incredibly baka-like, but he just
couldn't help it. Someone had lifted the hospital bed so Heero could
be sitting more-or-less upright without effort.
"Hi," Duo said, suddenly struck shy for no real reason. He wasn't
sure how to react to the fact Heero was smiling at him.
"Hello," the Japanese boy replied in a tired voice, hoarse from not
being used.
"Uhm, how are you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you."
Duo froze. Something was just terribly wrong. First, Heero smiles,
then gives a cordial greeting and actually answers a question with
the proper answer. And THANKS him! Smiling! Polite! CHRIST!
"Is something wrong?" Heero inquired in a concerned tone, "You look a
little pale..."
Somehow, Duo managed to find his voice enough to say, "I'm fine. Uhm,
just one minute, okay? I'll be right back..." he spun on his heel and
all but fled the room. Outside in the hallway, he leaned up against
the wall and closed his eyes, trying to figure out what the hell was
going on. Heero Yuy did not show concern. Heero Yuy did not smile
like that or talk like that or...
That was not Heero Yuy. Something had to be wrong. Duo opened his
eyes and nearly cried with relief. Of course, there had been a
terrible mistake. He must have just found some other guy named Heero
Yuy and sent the Christmas card out.And this other Heero just
happened to look exactly like the real Heero. ...and...
The skull fracture. Too may coincidences. Could... could THAT be the
real Heero Yuy? It seemed too good to be true, that somehow in the
four years since the war ended Heero went and found his soul. Somehow
went and became more human.
Whatever the explanation, something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
After a few minutes getting lost and ending up in a storage closet,
Duo finally managed to locate Doctor Haines' office. The door was
open, and when he stepped into the doorway the doctor looked up in
surprise. "Mr. Maxwell! Was I suppose to be expecting you?"
"That's not Heero," Duo blurted out, alarmed to find his voice was
high and shaky. He was going to start panicking. He could feel it.
Fortunately, the doctor helped him into one of the chairs before
leaning back against his desk and repeating, "That's not Heero?"
Duo nodded, "That's not Heero. He... he smiled at me, and was nice.
I don't understand it, but he's just not acting like Heero."
"Did the nurse explain that it was natural for him to be confused and
a little disoriented? I can assure you, it really is perfectly
normal..."
Duo shook his head frantically, "No, no you don't understand. That
can't be Heero. Heero doesn't act anything like that. Heero is a
trained Gundam pilot, he's like a machine! I mean, yeah, he's a great
guy once you get to know him..." Duo shuddered at the memory of the
look of concern of Heero's face... "but not like that kind of nice."
The wood creaked as the doctor stopped leaning on his desk and went
to assume a more professional position by sitting in his office
chair. "I'm afraid I don't follow you, Mr. Maxwell. Are you sure you
identified the man correctly?"
Duo hesitated. Even though he had thought of that possibility, he
quickly realized how foolish it was. "Yes. I'm very sure"
"There... is one other explanation."
---------------------------------------------------- ------------------
Much later in the evening, hours after Duo had first met the "new"
Heero, he wearily sat down on his sofa. Looking over, he saw that the
other man was sleeping, still propped up thanks to pillows and the
angle of the bed. Duo sighed deeply and marveled at the sick humor of
whatever Fate controlled his life.
He should be lucky Heero was alive.
Amnesia.
Fucking amnesia.
//"These area of the brain, here," Doctor Haines drew a few circles
on an image of Heero's brain, "These areas, the limbic system, seem
to be in control of forming and storing memory. As you see from this
X-ray, Mr. Yuy's received the most head trauma right in here, near
some vital limbic areas."//
//Duo bit his lip, "And that means?"//
//"From what these tests and my conversations with Mr. Yuy, in
addition to the information you've given me," Haines continued, "it
seems that Mr. Yuy has a form of traumatized amnesia."//
//Duo stared at the doctor, "Amnesia...?"//
//"I'm afraid it looks that way. Again, Mr. Yuy's enhancements have
been a slight blessing in the matter. There are several types of
memory and Mr. Yuy has zero to limited amnesia in most of them.
Unfortunately, the key areas of declarative and episodic memory..."//
//"Excuse me," Duo interrupted, "I don't understand what you're
saying. Declare... what?"//
//"Let me simplify. Mr. Yuy remembers how to do tasks he previously
learned, for example, he knows how to ride a bike. This is his
procedural memory and it seems to have limited amnesia. That is,
there are going to be things he remembers how to do and things he
doesn't."//
//"Okay," Duo said slowly, "so he can ride a bike...?"//
//Haines nodded, "Assuming he ever learned how to in the first
place."//
//"So... what can't he do?"//
//Haines sighed, forsaking the complicated explanations of semantic
and prospective memory, "To put it simply, I would say he's forgotten
the past nineteen years in the sense of memories and events. He still
remembers things like vocabulary and, like I said,
procedural things."//
//"But... I don't understand..." Duo looked at the multitude of
charts, graphs and images that all said basically the same thing:
amnesia, head trauma, memory loss... "Why would this effect how he's
acting? Why is he being so... different?"//
//Elbows rested to either side, the doctor leaned over the desk
slightly, "Mr. Maxwell, you said so yourself that Mr. Yuy was trained
to be a pilot. I'm also going to assume that he received a massive
dose of behavioral training at a young age, correct?"//
//Duo nodded weakly, thinking about what murky knowledge he had on
Heero's past.//
//"Mr. Yuy has forgotten all of it."//
For the hundredth time, Duo was struck by how peaceful Heero looked
when he was sleeping. He didn't want to know what kinds of hell that
bastard Doctor J put Heero through to make him into that cold,
emotionless terrorist. Maybe it was a blessing Heero was given the
chance to forget everything.
But... Duo wasn't sure he wanted Heero to forget. Those memories were
about him, too. All the times they shared in the war -- gone!
Duo was too tired to be thinking about this. And the doctors told him
there was a good chance Heero might just recovery all his memories
before too long. Whereas "too long" was not specified.
With a tired sigh, Duo rolled onto his side and tugged the blanket up
around his neck. One thing was for sure; tomorrow he'd have to go
apartment hunting.
"Good night, Heero," he whispered into the darkness, just like he had
been doing for the past two weeks. And it wasn't until the words had
already cleared his lips he even realized...
Duo was already asleep when the response came, very softly.
"Good night..."
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-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Lethe - a river in Hades whose waters cause drinkers
to forget their past (OBLIVION, FORGETFULNESS)
I actually finished this early this morning (1 or 2-ish) but I definitely didn't have the time to do anything more than save and stumble off to bed. Fell asleep around 3, so I got about oh.. 4 hours of sleep! Surprisingly, I'm actually energetic. Maybe because I invested in a 2 liter of vanilla coke... Anyways...
Like I said, I've had this 'fic idea for a while now and it's just
been haunting me... so I'm really excited to finally be typing it!
(Please, little demons of depression, don't kill my poor muses!)
Naturally, Heero's going to be OOC... think of this as an
experimentation in "What if" ...or just Violet at the mercy of her
angst-muses which demand her to slave without food or sleep. ^_^()
I totally forgort what I was rambling about, so, just... comments
make me feel warm and fuzzy!! ...o_o;;
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net
(Another Side - Chapter Four: Lethe)
rated: PG13 - language, content
shounen-ai/yaoi
Lethe
-
Two weeks after Heero's accident, Duo found himself standing in the
middle of a depressingly empty apartment with a duffel bag at his
side. The stupid video store had fired him, which was fine because
Duo didn't have time to work anymore. Unfortunately, that meant he
could no afford to keep the crummy apartment. That was okay, too,
because he still had the hospital sofa.
He'd sold off the major things of value and anything that wasn't
personal and he couldn't fit in the duffel bag. Duo knew he could
count on Quatre to help him out, but he didn't plan on telling Quatre
that he'd simultaneously lost his job and home. After all, the Winner
family fortune was footing Heero's hospital bills, and for that he'd
be forever grateful to Quatre.
Maybe he could go and be a shoe-shine boy at one of the Winner
estates to somehow show his gratitude. Not, of course, that Quatre
did it just for him, but that didn't matter. Duo realized he didn't
even know how to shine shoes.
The only problem was not letting the hospital staff find out he no
longer had an apartment. They probably wouldn't appreciate him
actually setting up residence in the hospital. And what about when
Heero woke up and Duo no longer had the excuse to stay day-and-night
with him?
He could always get another job, another crummy apartment. He had a
sizable savings account he could leech off for a while. No, his
current financial and domestic situation didn't bother him at all.
And he was anxious to get back to the hospital.
Suddenly, his retrospective silence was broken by the merry ring of
his cell phone. Making a mental note to change the ring tone soon, he
fumbled it out from his pocket. "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo recognized the voice immediately as one of the nurses, Anita. He
tried to tell himself the call was purely personal and social, but he
knew Anita was a young, married mother of two. "Uh-oh," he said aloud.
"Oh, no, I didn't mean to throw you into a worry, Mr. Maxwell, but I
just thought you'd like to know... Mr. Yuy's awake."
"A...wha... really?"
"Yes, he's talking to the doctor right now," Anita said happily,
getting a feel-good kick off being the bearer of good news.
Duo snatched up the duffel bag and started to haul ass out of the
apartment, "Thank you so much, Anita! I'll be right over!" The cell
phone dropped down into the half-open bag and Duo ran as fast as he
could down the stairs. He nearly tripped and fell on the last step,
but he threw himself against the wall for balance.
His hands shook on the steering wheel and Duo let out a nervous laugh
at his own foolishness. He couldn't help but be excited after so
long... talking! Anita had actually said Heero was TALKING to the
doctor! That had to be a good sign. Had to be.
It was agony having to wait at red lights and actually follow the
speed limit, but Duo wasn't about to get himself killed or ticketed
just for a few more seconds. Heero was talking! The worry over the
Christmas kiss wasn't even a speck on the radar anymore. The open
eyes were just a reflex from his voice and touch. Oh, but Heero was
awake!
Even if Heero vanished again for another four years, it didn't
matter, at least he was... alive.
The front desk nurse looked up with a smile when he burst in and
offered to hold on to his bag for him. He gratefully ditched the
heavy duffel and barely avoided running to the elevators. They took
forever to slowly climb up to the right floor. Would they move Heero
to a different room? Duo hoped he could keep the couch. He didn't
have any place else to stay anymore.
It didn't matter, he could get a hotel room.
Anita was at the nurse's station when he arrived, and he stopped dead
at the look on her face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Maxwell," she started to say
sympathetically.
"No!" Duo cried, "He's not... he can't!"
Anita's looked turned to panic as Duo's face went dead-white. "No,
no! Mr. Maxwell, he's fine!" she assured, rushing over, "He's just
fine! I didn't mean to frighten you, I was just going to say that you
can't see him right now."
She grabbed his elbow and guided him over to a nearby chair. Duo ran
a shaking hand through his bangs and looked sheepishly up at her,
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
"I know," Anita said softly, bending down and taking both his hands
in her own, "you've been through so much. The doctors are running
tests right now and I'm afraid you can't see him. It shouldn't take
any longer than just a few hours."
"Yeah," Duo said with desperate smile, "okay." Just a few hours. He
could handle that. Just as soon as his heart stopped pounding.
-------------------------------------------------------- --------------
Someone was shaking him awake, and it took Duo a minute to figure out
he had fallen asleep in front of the nurse's station, still in the
same chair Anita had lead him to. And Anita was the one shaking him,
saying, "Mr. Maxwell?"
"Huh-un?" Duo blinked and stretched slightly, then fully remembered
and sat upright excitedly, "Can I see him now?"
Anita laughed happily, "Yes, yes, Mr. Maxwell. You can see him now.
Just be warned Mr. Yuy is a little drowsy still. Doctor Haines told
me to inform you that he's might be disoriented and confused, but
that's normal for his type of injuries. Okay?"
Duo nodded eagerly and took just a quick moment to loosen up his
stiff muscles before following Anita to Heero's room. "I'm so happy
for you, Mr. Maxwell," she gushed. So often she saw coma patients
never regain consciousness and family members give up hope. It was so
refreshing to see such a hopeful, devoted friend like Mr. Maxwell.
Duo poked his head in, not exactly sure what they'd meant by 'drowsy'
but wanting to find out before he said anything stupid.
Heero surprised him by looking over and smiling. Smiling! Duo walked
into the room grinning probably incredibly baka-like, but he just
couldn't help it. Someone had lifted the hospital bed so Heero could
be sitting more-or-less upright without effort.
"Hi," Duo said, suddenly struck shy for no real reason. He wasn't
sure how to react to the fact Heero was smiling at him.
"Hello," the Japanese boy replied in a tired voice, hoarse from not
being used.
"Uhm, how are you feeling?"
"Much better, thank you."
Duo froze. Something was just terribly wrong. First, Heero smiles,
then gives a cordial greeting and actually answers a question with
the proper answer. And THANKS him! Smiling! Polite! CHRIST!
"Is something wrong?" Heero inquired in a concerned tone, "You look a
little pale..."
Somehow, Duo managed to find his voice enough to say, "I'm fine. Uhm,
just one minute, okay? I'll be right back..." he spun on his heel and
all but fled the room. Outside in the hallway, he leaned up against
the wall and closed his eyes, trying to figure out what the hell was
going on. Heero Yuy did not show concern. Heero Yuy did not smile
like that or talk like that or...
That was not Heero Yuy. Something had to be wrong. Duo opened his
eyes and nearly cried with relief. Of course, there had been a
terrible mistake. He must have just found some other guy named Heero
Yuy and sent the Christmas card out.And this other Heero just
happened to look exactly like the real Heero. ...and...
The skull fracture. Too may coincidences. Could... could THAT be the
real Heero Yuy? It seemed too good to be true, that somehow in the
four years since the war ended Heero went and found his soul. Somehow
went and became more human.
Whatever the explanation, something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
After a few minutes getting lost and ending up in a storage closet,
Duo finally managed to locate Doctor Haines' office. The door was
open, and when he stepped into the doorway the doctor looked up in
surprise. "Mr. Maxwell! Was I suppose to be expecting you?"
"That's not Heero," Duo blurted out, alarmed to find his voice was
high and shaky. He was going to start panicking. He could feel it.
Fortunately, the doctor helped him into one of the chairs before
leaning back against his desk and repeating, "That's not Heero?"
Duo nodded, "That's not Heero. He... he smiled at me, and was nice.
I don't understand it, but he's just not acting like Heero."
"Did the nurse explain that it was natural for him to be confused and
a little disoriented? I can assure you, it really is perfectly
normal..."
Duo shook his head frantically, "No, no you don't understand. That
can't be Heero. Heero doesn't act anything like that. Heero is a
trained Gundam pilot, he's like a machine! I mean, yeah, he's a great
guy once you get to know him..." Duo shuddered at the memory of the
look of concern of Heero's face... "but not like that kind of nice."
The wood creaked as the doctor stopped leaning on his desk and went
to assume a more professional position by sitting in his office
chair. "I'm afraid I don't follow you, Mr. Maxwell. Are you sure you
identified the man correctly?"
Duo hesitated. Even though he had thought of that possibility, he
quickly realized how foolish it was. "Yes. I'm very sure"
"There... is one other explanation."
---------------------------------------------------- ------------------
Much later in the evening, hours after Duo had first met the "new"
Heero, he wearily sat down on his sofa. Looking over, he saw that the
other man was sleeping, still propped up thanks to pillows and the
angle of the bed. Duo sighed deeply and marveled at the sick humor of
whatever Fate controlled his life.
He should be lucky Heero was alive.
Amnesia.
Fucking amnesia.
//"These area of the brain, here," Doctor Haines drew a few circles
on an image of Heero's brain, "These areas, the limbic system, seem
to be in control of forming and storing memory. As you see from this
X-ray, Mr. Yuy's received the most head trauma right in here, near
some vital limbic areas."//
//Duo bit his lip, "And that means?"//
//"From what these tests and my conversations with Mr. Yuy, in
addition to the information you've given me," Haines continued, "it
seems that Mr. Yuy has a form of traumatized amnesia."//
//Duo stared at the doctor, "Amnesia...?"//
//"I'm afraid it looks that way. Again, Mr. Yuy's enhancements have
been a slight blessing in the matter. There are several types of
memory and Mr. Yuy has zero to limited amnesia in most of them.
Unfortunately, the key areas of declarative and episodic memory..."//
//"Excuse me," Duo interrupted, "I don't understand what you're
saying. Declare... what?"//
//"Let me simplify. Mr. Yuy remembers how to do tasks he previously
learned, for example, he knows how to ride a bike. This is his
procedural memory and it seems to have limited amnesia. That is,
there are going to be things he remembers how to do and things he
doesn't."//
//"Okay," Duo said slowly, "so he can ride a bike...?"//
//Haines nodded, "Assuming he ever learned how to in the first
place."//
//"So... what can't he do?"//
//Haines sighed, forsaking the complicated explanations of semantic
and prospective memory, "To put it simply, I would say he's forgotten
the past nineteen years in the sense of memories and events. He still
remembers things like vocabulary and, like I said,
procedural things."//
//"But... I don't understand..." Duo looked at the multitude of
charts, graphs and images that all said basically the same thing:
amnesia, head trauma, memory loss... "Why would this effect how he's
acting? Why is he being so... different?"//
//Elbows rested to either side, the doctor leaned over the desk
slightly, "Mr. Maxwell, you said so yourself that Mr. Yuy was trained
to be a pilot. I'm also going to assume that he received a massive
dose of behavioral training at a young age, correct?"//
//Duo nodded weakly, thinking about what murky knowledge he had on
Heero's past.//
//"Mr. Yuy has forgotten all of it."//
For the hundredth time, Duo was struck by how peaceful Heero looked
when he was sleeping. He didn't want to know what kinds of hell that
bastard Doctor J put Heero through to make him into that cold,
emotionless terrorist. Maybe it was a blessing Heero was given the
chance to forget everything.
But... Duo wasn't sure he wanted Heero to forget. Those memories were
about him, too. All the times they shared in the war -- gone!
Duo was too tired to be thinking about this. And the doctors told him
there was a good chance Heero might just recovery all his memories
before too long. Whereas "too long" was not specified.
With a tired sigh, Duo rolled onto his side and tugged the blanket up
around his neck. One thing was for sure; tomorrow he'd have to go
apartment hunting.
"Good night, Heero," he whispered into the darkness, just like he had
been doing for the past two weeks. And it wasn't until the words had
already cleared his lips he even realized...
Duo was already asleep when the response came, very softly.
"Good night..."
-
-
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Lethe - a river in Hades whose waters cause drinkers
to forget their past (OBLIVION, FORGETFULNESS)
I actually finished this early this morning (1 or 2-ish) but I definitely didn't have the time to do anything more than save and stumble off to bed. Fell asleep around 3, so I got about oh.. 4 hours of sleep! Surprisingly, I'm actually energetic. Maybe because I invested in a 2 liter of vanilla coke... Anyways...
Like I said, I've had this 'fic idea for a while now and it's just
been haunting me... so I'm really excited to finally be typing it!
(Please, little demons of depression, don't kill my poor muses!)
Naturally, Heero's going to be OOC... think of this as an
experimentation in "What if" ...or just Violet at the mercy of her
angst-muses which demand her to slave without food or sleep. ^_^()
I totally forgort what I was rambling about, so, just... comments
make me feel warm and fuzzy!! ...o_o;;
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated!
copyright 2003 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
Email me to join my Update ML!
LSE - Violet Nyte (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
shameless plug - visit my website for cool "shtuff"
http://violetnyte.fallenweb.net